Reluctantly His – Gilded Decadence Read Online Zoe Blake, Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Forbidden, Mafia, Virgin Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
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It was a truth universally acknowledged that some women were Elizabeth Bennett and others were her misunderstood and overlooked middle sister, Mary.

Substitute the cello for the piano, and I was the perfect fit. Poor, plain Mary.

And everyone knew, the Marys in this life didn’t end up with the handsome and powerful Mr. Darcys.

“Please don’t call me princess.”

His silver, wolf-like eyes widened, then narrowed as he took a step toward me.

With a hot, humiliating rush of blood to my cheeks and throat, I realized my mistake.

Please.

Oh, hell. I’d said please.

I’d never be able to use that word again. Ever. Without thinking about him… and his… his thumb in my… mouth!

Laughter cut through the tension as a group of servants approached ever closer to where we stood, no doubt heading upstairs to right the bedrooms for the day.

I licked my lips. “Mr. Taylor.”

“Reid,” he corrected, his gaze on my mouth.

With my hand covering my lips, I mumbled. “Sergeant Taylor, you said yourself that you are overqualified for the task. Surely you must realize how unsuitable this arrangement would be for both of us.”

His mouth lifted at the corners again in that infuriating wolf-like grin. “I disagree. And don’t call me Shirley.”

I shook my head, confused. “I didn’t call you Shirley. I said surely.”

With his hands on his hips, he tilted his head back and laughed. “It’s from Airplane.”

“Airplane? I’m sorry, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t have any trips planned.”

He glanced past my shoulder as the three women came within view.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught their curious glances. I wanted to turn and boldly stare them down… but didn’t.

With hushed whispers, they pivoted and made their way up the wide marble and mahogany staircase.

Sergeant Taylor kept his face averted, watching them even as he stepped closer to me.

When they were out of view, he turned his full attention back to me. Reaching out, he lifted my chin with his finger. “You’re adorable. It’s from a movie.”

“Oh,” I answered lamely, unnerved by his close proximity and the reminder of how boring and awkward I was. Just call me Mary.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to be a good little girl and go write out your daily schedule for the next week for me. Your father didn’t seem to know it.”

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. The very idea of my father taking an interest in my cello lessons and charity events was absurd. My mouth opened to object.

He raised an eyebrow. “Eh. Eh. Eh. No objections. Whether you realize it or not, your father is only trying to protect you.”

I huffed as I pulled my face out of his grasp. As I waved my hand in front of me, I said, “Fine, but does it have to be you?”

My eyes widened as I slapped my hand over my mouth.

Never in my life had I been so forward as to actually say what was in my head.

Alarm bells rang in my ears.

I had to get away from this man.

He chuckled. “I don’t need to tell you that your father always demands the best.” He then leaned in close, his lips almost brushing mine. “And I’m the best, princess.”

The long hem of my gown tripped me up as I stumbled backwards in my haste to get away from him. There was no mistaking the sensual, double entendre to his words. “Please… I mean… not please…. I mean…”

Oh, hell.

His hand wrapped around my upper arm again, holding me steady. “Shhh, babygirl. Everything’s going to be fine. As long as you obey my rules.”

“Rules?”

“Actually just one rule. You never—ever—exit this house without me by your side. Understood?”

Sliding behind the comforting shelter of propriety, I whispered, “It’s not appropriate for you to call me babygirl.”

“You’re absolutely right. It’s not appropriate.”

His thumb swept over my skin in an intimate, daring caress—deliberately crossing the line.

I shook off his hold and backed up. “I have to go.”

“Where?”

My splintered mind scrambled to come up with a lie. “Just upstairs. To my bedroom.”

There it was again, that flare of white-hot awareness in the silvery depths of his eyes.

Was everything a double entendre with this man?

His hot gaze moved over me. “Perhaps I should accompany you?”

“No!” I cleared my throat. “You said yourself I would only need your services outside the house.”

He tilted his head to the side as his hands moved to his hips.

Without volition, my gaze moved over his chest, then lower, catching a glimpse of the rigid bulge in his pants.

Oh. My. God.

He followed my gaze, then grinned. “Actually, my services would be available to you at anytime… and anywhere.”

Dammmmiiitttt. Another double entendre. It was as if we were sparring with double-edged swords, and I was losing.

My back hit the newel post. “That won’t be necessary.” I then turned and scurried up the stairs.


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